Want You Back

Rosalie has made some mistakes with Harry. Harry has also made some mistakes. Old friends, problems and worries. Who wants who back?


20. When I first met you



Rosalie's P.O.V.

I walked on the grass slowly, looking at everything around me. To my right there were tall trees everywhere, to my left was the big, calm lake. The water looked silvery, as the sun reflected on it. There were a few people, very far from me, at the other lakeside, sitting together. Liam and Dani were almost in the middle of the lake, on a small boat.


I sat down and thought, then sighed. I loved Hazza so much. He was the perfect boyfriend, and how did I thank him? Kissing my best friend. Why? The thought was driving me mad. I would never forgive myself. I loved Tom, but not the way I loved Harry. I didn't have to do anything related to love with him. It could ruin my relationship with Hazza, and our friendship. Gosh, I hated myself so much! I never thought carefully enough before doing anything, I just did whatever I wanted after contemplating the idea for just some seconds. That wasn't okay, not even a little bit.


"Ro?" I heard Harry call. I turned around and saw him walking towards me with a big smile on his face. I smiled back, he made every worry fade out of my head. He sat down behind me surrounding me with his legs and hugging my waist. I got a little closer to him and inhaled his smell, mixed with pines, grass and warmth.


"This place is so peaceful, Hazza." He kissed my cheek and rested his head on my shoulder, "Yeah, I thought you'd like it." I turned to see him and he smiled at me. "You are so perfect," I whispered looking at his lips. The smile on them grew bigger, "No, you are perfect." I closed my eyes as his soft lips pressed mine. He turned my body around by pulling my waist and I got on him. Our lips moved in synchrony, slowly but passionately.


I moved away as little shy smiles appeared on our faces. "Ro," he caressed my cheek with his thumb looking into my eyes, "I want you to know I will always look after you," he moved a little lock away from my face, "And I'll always love you, no matter what." I smiled, then bit my lip. He was perfect, as I said before, but, he was even more than that. I just couldn't describe him, it would take too long. He was sweet, kind, intelligent, charming, lovely, honest, and he loved me, truly and purely.


"I love you, forever," I mumbled before pressing my lips against his one more time. "C'mon," I said standing up, pulling Harry's hand. As he stood up he put his arm around my waist and kissed the tip of my nose. "You're beautiful," he whispered, I smirked at him and we kept walking through the woods.


It was midday, and I was getting a little hungry. "Want to have lunch?" Harry smirked at me. I nodded and he took my hand, walking to the right. I looked at his feet, his legs, his bum, his back and then his curls. His big hand holding mine felt so good. I felt like floating whenever he held me close, whenever I heard him say my name, whenever he said he loved me.

"Here's a little surprise for my favourite girl!" he chanted showing me what laid on the grass: a big red chequered tablecloth, with a picnic basket on the middle and little delicate petals around everything. "Aww, thanks Harry, you're so sweet!" I said putting my arms around his neck and giving him a little kiss. He smiled and sat down, I sat next to him. He opened the basket and took out two bottles of water and some little sandwiches, "Your favourites, ham, cheese and tomato." I smiled and he handed me one. I ate slowly; I swallowed and glanced at Harry. "Did you make them?" I asked. Harry nodded, "With my bare hands," he chuckled a little.


I had one more sandwich, Hazza, two. I looked inside the basket and saw a little bunch of grapes, my favourite fruit. I took out four and smirked at Hazza. "Ready," he said opening his mouth. I grabbed one grape, squinted and threw it at Harry's mouth. He closed it and chewed slowly, with a little smile. I took a grape to my mouth, it was really sweet, the way I liked them. Hazza leaned back, and so did I.


I looked at the light blue sky; there were just some little clouds. The trees' leaves were different shades of green. Suddenly Hazza put his hand on mine. "I remember when I first met you, Ro," he turned his head to look at me, "You were thirteen, and I was fourteen." His beautiful green eyes were looking into mine as I held his hand tighter. "You looked so cute in your new uniform. I remember we were in break time, and you were with your friends, playing your guitar and singing." A grin appeared in our faces. "You came and sat next to me, and asked if I knew how to play 'Viva La Vida', and you sang with me," I blushed a little remembering how nervous I was when I saw him next to me four years ago, with his big smile and his perfect curls. He sang beautifully, and after that, I had a crush on him, but we became friends. We weren't that close until my mother and father divorced, and he realized I needed someone to lean on. "You always had a special place in my heart, Ro." I smiled and bit my lip. Everything he was saying was so lovely, as since I met him my days became much brighter. "And I want you to know that I always fancied you, even when I was with other girls, you were the most important one to me." I moved closer to him and looked at his lips, as he stroke my cheek with his thumb. "I love you," I whispered. His lips touched mine softly, "I love you," he kissed me, our lips moved fast. "You have no idea how much," he finished. And I knew that I would always love him, no matter time, distance or fights. Harry would always own my heart. Forever.

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